Wind Chimes (original poem)
Frederick Kesner
© 2007, 2009
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Small sounds
twinkle in the ear -
soft velvet touch.
Invisible fingers quietly
mingle on a weathered cheek,
with sullen humid arvo sweat.
Bleating echoes in the wind;
dessicated foliage rustles,
as creaking floorboards
whisper willowed memories -
childhood's laughter rings;
clarion of tomorrow fades.
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Not being trained or skilled in making videos or performing poetry, this initial audio attempt at posting at youtube awaits a friend's more learned interpretation and broadcasting of my poetry. It is hoped that their help and generosity would do greater justice to the poems and allow readers/viewers a fuller and more palatable experience.
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